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Schalen stood near the pub, keeping his face down and hood up, covering his eyes. His cloak covered most of his clothing. It was hard to stay hidden, as a dragonborn—a seven-foot-tall-half-dragon—but as long as he stayed in the shadows, he should be fine.“I thought I told you to go in without me,” Chippy said. He was an elf, so a foot shorter than Schalen. He kept his hood down, and his long hair reflected the moonlight.“I decided to wait,” said Schalen.“You’re procrastinating. You know you are. You really don’t want to go in there, do you?”...
CAT ON THE WINDOWSILL: The cat on the windowsill stared out the window. She watched very closely and observantly to seemingly nothing. Actually, yes, it was nothing. The cat had absolutely no reason to be starting so harshly at… nothing. But she did. She watched the birds fly from branch to branch. She watched a car pass by. Then another car. And… how many cars exist in this world?A man came into view, walking along the sidewalk, just doing his own thing. Out of nowhere, the dog on the couch starts barking. He jumps up and looks out the wind...
Timothy lay on his couch. He was tired, circles under his eyes showed it. He was—“What’s that voice?” Timothy asked. He sat up on the couch, looking for the voice.This is the Author.“What? No, seriously, who are you?”Just trust me, I’m the Author.“Where did you come from?” Timothy started looking around for the source of the sound. He could hear everything the Author was saying, every little description. He waved around his arm, then he gasped when he heard the Author say that.“This better not be an elaborate prank. Does my brother have anyt...
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